This post began after I read a recent post by Josie Edwards. Check it out, it’s a great read. It touched on some unexpected chords for me.
The idea for this post has resided in the back of my brain all week. Growing, twisting, crawling through my thoughts. It’s been listening to what I read. It’s been nudged and pushed by my muses. When I started writing this it was meant to be a piece about how the female form arouses me. I wanted to write about how I am aroused, in spite of, and often because of your flaws. But I haven’t had much time to write this week. So…this piece percolated, crawled down the rabbit holes of my mind, followed the roots until it got deep and shockingly dark. Finally, the nouns and pronouns were arranged, fleshed and flexed with verbs, the adjectives swarmed to give it a shiny, dark, and smokey skin. In the end, what crawled out from the murk was a much darker and stronger monster than I meant to conjure. Consider yourself warned. Here it is:
Nudes are nice. They are aesthetic and artful. I can admire your body; the sensual curves that highlight the undersides of your breasts, the expression you carry on your pouting lips, the dew of your arousal glistening on your swollen sex. I can imagine touching you, fantasize about how you would feel pressed against me. I can visualize the sensations you would deliver. I can hear the sounds you might make. They echo in my fantasies, a soliloquy of tender moans massaging my cock until I am fully engorged.
But nudes are not enough. They are merely etchings of what lies beneath. What I desire dives within, it is all consuming, it is…everything. I don’t just want to see you nude. No. I want you naked. I want you completely exposed to me.
I want to know everything that brings you joy. All things, great and small, that make you smile. I want to know your quirks, the weird things that set you apart. I want to know your dreams and aspirations, especially the ones you’re afraid to show the rest of the world. You know the ones. They aren’t “acceptable”. They don’t fit with any mold the world has cast. They fly in the face of reason and scare away every person you have tried to have a relationship with.
I want to see your every flaw. The glorious scars, freckles, and stretch marks that trace the lines of your story. I want to touch all the places where you are too fat or too skinny or too ugly to behold. I want to know the most despicable, disgusting, and vile things about you. I want to see the guilty creatures that lurk in the dark recesses of your mind. I want a guided tour of the things that make you shiver and cringe with fear. I want you to show me the things that make you cry, wail, and tremble in despair. Point at them. Give them over to me. I will love them all.
After, I want you to undress and lie down. Meekly allow me to fasten you firmly to the bed frame. I want to examine you in myriad, intimate ways. You cannot hide from me. As I walk toward you, I want you to watch me. I want you to see the hard, swollen, engorged length of my cock. I want you to smell and taste…not yet my love…the precum dripping from it. I want you to hear the hammering of my heart and the catch in my breath. I want you to know with certainty that despite, and often because of, every terrible thing I know about you; I am still completely, utterly taken with, and aroused by, you. You need to know that it’s not just your gorgeous body, but your entire being, that does this to me. I want to kiss, lick, suck, taste, finger, and touch every beautiful flaw. I want to worship each one so that you know I adore every inch of your soul.
I want to make you beg for my cock like the dirty, wanton slut that you are. Your secret is safe with me. I will tease you with it, give you just a taste. You won’t have it until you are thrashing in your bonds, confessing your need for it. When I give it to you I will force it down your throat. You will gag, your eyes will water but you will suck hard, milking the nectar from it. This will be too much for me and I will cry out with the joy of it. I will become primal and wanton myself. I will bury my cock inside you, hard, and with purpose, grunting as I hammer into you like a wild beast. My thrusts will drive you to the edge but I won’t let you come. You will beg. I will tease.
I will pull out an array of torture devices and lay them before you to incite your imagination. Feathers, straps, clamps, riding crops, gags, and flails. Then, I will tie a blindfold around your eyes and wait. You will anticipate, your mind dancing giddily around all of the possibilities. I will start with a light touch. I want to see those goosebumps stand out, hard and erect on your skin. I will push you, put the clamps on until you’re sweating, gasping, sobbing, on the cusp of whispering the safe word. But you won’t. You know just how much you are pleasing me. You will grit your teeth and prove to me what a good little slut you are because your not just anyone’s little whore. No Kitten, you are mine. Honestly, sometimes it breaks my heart the things you are willing to do for me. After your body has been pushed to its limit I will pull out your favorite vibe. I will push it lightly through your tender folds, circling your tight holes. I will taste you, lick you, rim you, push my tongue and fingers into every orifice. I will trace the outlines of your nether lips. I will tenderly caress your breasts. Then, I will dive into your clit. I will flick it lightly at first, tease it with my fingers and tongue. When you’re arching your back and moaning I will press the vibe against it. I will slide my cock inside you and rub the edge of my head hard against the ridges that mark your g-spot. I will push you to the edge of orgasm and then let you fall, helplessly, back down. I will do this until you are begging for me to allow your release, until you nearly despair and give up. Then, I will allow you your orgasm. When you come it will be an explosion of pleasure and relief such as you have never experienced. You will moan, you will pant, you will scream my name. It will be sweet, sweet, agony.
After your body has stopped convulsing I will give you my cum. I will let you decide, this time, how you would like to receive it. Shall I bury it deep in one of your holes? We can watch it trickle out later. Do you want to taste it? Salty, thick in your mouth. Maybe you’d like me to drop my load on your tits so that you can play with it, rub it around, bathe in my sticky joy juice. I will give you all that I can squeeze out. I will cry out your name. The neighbors will know what we are up to.
When we are both exhausted and spent I will lie with you gently and tenderly. I will cradle you and whisper to you about what a good pet you have been. I will caress your flaws, form myself around them. I will mold myself to your broken, jagged edges. I will worship your nakedness. I will do this; all of this, because I want to be naked with you. Completely and utterly flayed, exposed, sheltered, accepted, protected, owned. Naked.